"Good and evil?"
"Who gets to decide what is good and what is evil?"
Wutian sneered at Tathagata. "Could it be that you're the one who decides good and evil?"
"Me?"
Tathagata shook his head. "I have never decided what is good or evil. Only the victor can decide that."
"Only strength matters!"
As he spoke.
Tathagata raised his fist. In his eyes, his fist was far stronger than Wutian's.
As long as he suppressed Wutian, he would be the victor, and he would be righteous.
Since ancient times.
Evil could never triumph over righteousness.
What was evil? What was righteousness?
Only the victor could define evil and righteousness.
Winners were righteous, and losers were evil.
History.
Had always been written by the victors. That was why evil could never triumph over righteousness in this world.
"You're too confident."
Wutian said, "You think you'll win? Let me tell you, you can't win at all."
Tathagata said confidently, "Dealing with you will be effortless for me."
For some reason.
Tathagata's smug confidence deeply displeased Wutian. Wutian said, "Dealing with me may be effortless, but what if Fellow Daoist Hun Xiu joins in?"
"Hm?"
Hun Xiu, who had retreated beyond the stage, froze upon hearing Wutian's words. He murmured inwardly, What? Is Wutian changing his mind? Does he want me to step in?
Tathagata was also stunned when he heard Wutian. His heart trembled as he said gravely, "What did you just say?"
Looking at Tathagata's ugly, solemn expression, Wutian secretly reveled in it. That was what he got for acting so smug.
The moment he heard Hun Xiu's name, he no longer dared to act smug?
Wutian said, "Tathagata, you heard me. I do not wish to repeat myself."
As soon as Wutian finished speaking.
He turned toward Hun Xiu